Spokeswoman Adventures
Bio
I'm attempting to follow a creative writing prompt for every day of January. They'll be posted here!
Stories (17/0)
Otter Creek Park
I’ve written about Otter Creek before. It holds a very special place in my heart. It’s where I got my first job, age 16. I didn’t even have my full license yet, just a learner’s permit. So I’d have to drive to work with my mom in the car, and then she’d come back to get me when my shift was over. Luckily, that only lasted a month or two - then I could drive myself back and forth alone, a relief for both myself and my mom, I’m sure. Working at Otter Creek Park was a very formative experience, and it helped shape the path I took in college and beyond.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Earth
The Imperial Orchestra
The afternoon leading up to the performance went by in a blur. Anja backed away from the mirror in the bathroom to get a fuller profile of herself. Her elegant black sheath gown looked stunning, but not flashy. Her makeup highlighted her features in a natural and subtle way. Her hair was twisted back into a loose low ballerina bun. The door to the restroom opened and Majo strode in.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
Dearly Departed
Sandra, known as Sandy to her family, was one of the lucky ones. Although she was taken too soon, she lived her life to the fullest. She had a beautiful, fun-filled childhood in a family that always made her feel loved, appreciated, and full. Her parents, Mike and Angela, showed her from a young age the meaning of true love. Mike taught her that she could be and do anything that she wanted. He taught her how to be an independent thinker, gave her a love of music, and taught her to not be afraid to try new things. Angela showed her that life is more fun if you occasionally get into mischief. She taught her daughter to see the best in people, gave her a love of books and reading, and instilled her with the ethic to always leave a place better than you found it. Both her parents gave her a deep appreciation of nature, which she carried with her in every aspect of her life. Sandra’s older brother, Kyle, was her constant companion in the early years, and was her very best friend throughout her life. Kyle always made his sister laugh harder than anyone else could, taught her (often by example) how to stay out of trouble, showed her the importance of keeping an open mind, and how not to take life too seriously.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Humans
The Quarry
I hiked over the hill from the house to the radio tower, on my way to the quarry. As many times as I had trodden this path, I had rarely done it alone. Mom and Dad hadn’t let us come back here on our own when we were kids. Too dangerous. But once we started getting older, they’d let me and my brother go play there, as long as we were together and promised not to play near the edge.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
The Cleanmaker's Keeper
The day I was unwrapped, I was lifted up to a nose and sniffed deeply. I wondered what I smelled like. I must have smelled good, because I exchanged hands several times and each time felt a large inhalation of breath. I imagined the cleanmakers being happy about my scent and exchanging satisfied words.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
Covfefe
Kensa awoke violently, covered in sweat. Her sheets felt slimy, like she had been thrashing around in her sleep. She peeled them off of herself and her teeth started to chatter. It felt like there was a knife blade being twisted at the base of her skull. She whimpered involuntarily and licked her dry, chapped lips. She sat up slowly and massaged her neck and temples. Kensa kicked through the dirty laundry on the floor, looking for a jumpsuit to put on before she headed to the docks. She picked one up and put it on without so much as a sniff or a shrug. Her fingers trembled as she worked the zipper.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
Montclair Court
The walls of the apartment complex on Montclair Court were paper thin. Most days, even a slight breeze was enough to rattle the windows and send a cold draft through the units. In exchange for decent insulation, the tenants had layers and layers of thick, poorly applied white paint - the kind that covered even the light switch covers and outlets, and made no pretense about being splashed around the edges of the doorknobs as well. Still, this wasn’t the worst place Anna had lived. Not by a long shot. Despite the building’s drab and outdated appearance, it was in a quiet neighborhood with sidewalks and large trees. It was a far sight better than the apartment she’d had two moves ago, the one over by the Marathon Station.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Humans
Not Much of a Dance Floor
Michael surprised me by suggested we take dance lessons when we were planning for our wedding. He thought that would help with his social anxiety about dancing in front of other people, and I thought it sounded fun. After we had been to several classes and knew enough to be dangerous, we acknowledged we would need to practice outside of our lessons if we were going to nail our first dance at the reception.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
